Wicked

Chapter Thirty-Four

I woke up to the sound of screaming, only to realize it was me. A thick layer of slimy sweat covered my body. I threw off the covers and started pacing. My mind raced as it tried to piece together my dream. Well, a nightmare really. It had been horrible. My hands were still shaking. The worst part was how real it had felt.

It was about Daniel. Even after I did that clarity spell, I felt lost.

We were in the woods, having our mini Thanksgiving when he took my hand. It was sweet, I thought as the butterflies tumbled in my stomach. He opened his mouth, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, dripping with blood.

"You really mean a lot to me," he said as blood fell down his chin. "You really helped me see the big picture." He took my hand, flipping it over. Then, he brought my forearm up to his lips and bite down -- hard. It easily broke the skin. I winced in pain, watching my blood pour out of me.

I started screaming, attempting to thrash about. Daniel was too strong. His grip on me too constricting. As I screamed, he started laughing. Then, he bit me again. This time he took his time slurping up my blood. Okay, breathe just calm down.

As if he sensed me trying to get a grip on reality, he slid his tongue in the open wound. My screams went up an octave. I was beyond scared. Daniel was drinking my blood and he had no intention of stopping. I was going to die. I was going to be murdered by Daniel.

Ivelyn's voice rang through my ears, "I told you so," I could almost see the smirk on her face. If she were here she wouldn't even help me. She would tell me I deserved this for being wrong about him.

Finally, he let go of my arm. I sighed in relief, turning to run. Not only was Daniel ridiculous strong he was really fast. He caught me within thirty seconds of running. He caught me around my waist and jerked me backward.

"Daniel stop, please just stop!" I begged him. He didn't stop. Instead, he started manically laughing. Then, he took a bite from my neck. This time, I felt every prick of each tooth, digging into the soft flesh of the nape of my neck. Dizziness overtook me and I slumped against Daniel. There was no more fight. I was dying.

"Your blood tastes too good." He murmured in between long chugs of my blood. "I just can't control myself." It was around this time that I remembered my magic. I didn't know a lot of spells, but Gran had just talked to me about the sunlight spell.

"Daniel," I warned, trying one last time to reason with him. As I looked into his eyes, which were the color of rubies, I saw the void. He was too far gone. "Solis Impetus!" My voice strained as my neck was ripped out. I held the ball of light above Daniel's head. He was hovering over me now, preoccupied with my blood. He couldn't see the light at this angle. I held it there for a long time, too long because the light started to fade. It was because I was dying.

That's when I woke up.

I am getting really sick of these nightmares. Every night, I wake up freaked out and more tired than the night before. I have tried everything: tea, charms, spells, and essential oils. It had been like this for weeks now. It was only a matter of time before I really did die. Well, maybe there was another option.

I took a shower and changed my clothes. I didn't bother putting any makeup on, just grabbed my phone and quickly started texting. If this plan didn't pan out I really was out of options. My phone buzzed, letting me know the plan was in motion. I shrugged on a jacket and slid into my boots. It was a fairly nice day, but it was nearly freezing temperatures.

Everyone else was still asleep, so I didn't bother telling them where I was going. Hopefully, this wouldn't take long. I trudged up the driveway, the cold brisk air hitting my face. Tears formed in my eyes, but it was because of the wind. By the time I reached the street, he was already here. His car squeaked to a stop and I hopped inside.